Quotes About Emotion

Alec was very still for a moment, barely breathing. Then, to Jace's surprise, he reached out and ruffled Jace's hair, the way an older brother might ruffle his younger sibling's hair. His smile was cautious, but it was full of real affection. "Thanks for seeing me," he said, and walked off down the tunnel.

He looked at the boy with the knife to his throat, the boy whose black eyelashes feathered down against his cheekbones as he glanced away from Kit, and he felt something like a shock of recognition pass through him. He thought, how beautiful.

I love you. I love you without the memories. I love you right now." Isabelle said in a calm voice, "I know." Simon stared at her. "Was that...," he said slowly. "Was that a Star Wars reference? Because if it was, I would like to declare my love all over again.

And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: he'd always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it's about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don't go.

Rocking back and forth, she clutched the sword like it was the only thing she had ever loved, and let the blood spill down instead of tears.

How swiftly you dismiss our love...

And there in front of her was Julian, his eyes and ears closed to anything but Livvy, her body cradled against his. She seemed a drift of fragile ash or snow, something impermanent that had blown into his arms accidentally: the petal of a faerie flower, the white feather of an angel's wing. The dream of a little girl, the memory of a sister reaching up her arms: Julian, Julian, carry me.

nothing says 'I love you' like reducing yourself to a smoldering pile of ashes

Jem put the full force of himself into each smile, so that he seemed to be smiling with his eyes, his heart, his whole being.

I don't remember everything," he said. "Not yet. But I remember you." He brought her hand up, touched the gold ring on her right index finger, the Fair Folk metal warm to the touch. "Clary," he said. "You're Clary. You're my best friend.

I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.

I'm just saying that I think I chose to act the way I did in part because of you. Since I've met you, everything I've done has been in part because of you. I can't untie myself from you, Clary - not my heart or my blood or my mind or any other part of me. And I don't want to.

You always find the right quote, or the right thing to say to make me believe you love me.

I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you. That you were the center of everything I did and felt and thought.

Love takes your choices away.

This was what people fought wars over, she thought, and killed each other over, and destroyed their lives for: this nerve-shredding mixture of longing and pleasure.

I love you. And I don't want to lose you.

Sometimes, love worked, past any hope of change, when no other force in this world could. Without love, the miracle never came.

I would rather insult you than lose you, he said, and before any of them could make a move to stop him, he cast both items into the fire.

Emma: Whoa. Whoa ho ho. Cristina: Did you just say "whoa ho ho"? Emma: I did. So is this like a high-five-slash-chest-bump- situation or an oh-my-God-what-are-we-going-to-do-situation?

I do not ever want another love

Everyone has things they're afraid of. It's part of being human.

Siempre he pensando que el amor te vuelve estúpido. Te hace débil. Un mal cazador de sombras. Amar es destruir. Yo creía eso.

It was a sort of love few other people could understand. It was total and it was overwhelming and it could be cruel.